《MORE | stray kids OT8》SEVEN: PURSE
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"Purse"
"Every bond you break, every step you take I'll be watching you."
feeling of anxiety was still settled in my stomach, similar to the feeling I had for the past few days, those men gave an uneasy feeling of fear. But I put those feelings aside. I didn't think anything of it when those other people walked it, I mean it's a restaurant what do you expect?
I zoned out in thought whilst aimlessly staring at the centre of the wooden table, I must've looked insane, then I heard someone approach me. "Excuse me?" I looked up to see a male standing a few feet away from me, he had blonde hair that was slightly messy, and had ominous dark brown eyes. "Is this yours?" He asked kindly holding up my purse. "Oh yes it is," I smiled politely at him.
"Ah ok, you must've dropped it." He placed the purse on the table, then walking off. I watched as he and the rest of his friends walked out of the restaurant, carrying no food. Huh, must've not liked anything here.
I picked up my purse and rummaged through it, making sure nothing had fallen out or had been stolen. Nothing had fallen out or been stolen, but I did find something else, something that made my skin crawl. A neatly folded piece of paper, my name on the front.
It was lovely meeting you [name] :)
-I.N
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Ok, oh shit, oh shit this is really bad I knew I had a bad feeling about those men, it was them. I'm going home. I knew that they wouldn't be in my apartment, so I picked up my purse, and stood up. The waitress from earlier gave me a confused grin, I smiled back at her, indicating that I wasn't hungry anymore, even though I wasn't hungry in the first place.
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As quickly as I could, I shuffled out of the restaurant and darted back to my apartment. I was the most scared I had ever been in my life, receiving notes was one thing, but meeting TWO of them TWICE, was a whole different story.
I took a deep breath, and twisted the door handle, swinging open the door and processing the scene in front of me. It looked like a bomb had gone off. I could barely see the wooden floor of my apartment.
Clothes scattered everywhere, as well as food, makeup, furniture, anything. The entire apartment was wrecked, items had been smashed, dented, snapped, broken, ripped, you name it. I brought my hand up to my mouth in shock, and tried to calm down. I dragged my feet further into the building, I searched for some comfortable clothing which hadn't been ruined, and slumped down on my messy bed, opening my laptop.
I opened up google, and typed in SKZ. I was determined to find out who they were, my eyes widened at the response I had.
Search: SKZ
SKZ, formally know as Stray Kids, are currently the biggest and by far the most dangerous mafia gang in South Korea, the information we know of, is that the gang consists of eight main members, but had thousands upon thousands of others working for them.
We have concluded no success on finding out what they look like, or any of their identities for that matter, but we have managed to work out the gang leaders name, BangChan, it could possibly be a code name or fake name, but-
I couldn't read anymore and slammed my laptop shut, tears streamed down my face and I rested my face in my hands, "w-what the fuck is going on- I-I don't know what to do..." I sobbed uncontrollably into my hands, I didn't know anything about who these people were, but I knew they were dangerous, and would kill me.
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BangChan. That name sent chills down my spine, it was only a name, but it managed to make me very uncomfortable. I didn't know what was going on, but I did know one thing, I was in serious shit.
As I continued to sob into my hands, my hair entangled in my hands as it created knots throughout my now messy and unclean hair. I was completely unaware of the masked figure, at my window, pointing a rifle straight at my temple. Waiting for any sudden movements.
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Word count - 779
I am so sorry for not updating, I have had absolutely no motivation to write, but I really hope this chapter/ story is ok for everyone. I hope your all doing well and are ok, stay safe :)
-polly <3
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